Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.